The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1887-11-26
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cheeks.
''It's too bad" she said, abstractedly
"Nobody ever seems to stay here long
Capt. Bower promised to tell me all about
the ship and he went away the second
week. The photographer left before he
finished the picture of the Pontiac; Mon
sieur de Ferrieres has just gone, and now
you are going"
perhaps unlike them, have finished
my season of usefulness here" he replied;
with bitterness he would have recalled
the next moment. But Rosey, with a
faint sigh, saying, ~ won't be long" en-
tered the state room and closed the door
behind her
Renshaw bit his lip and pulled at the
long silken threads Of his mustache until
they smarted. Why had he not gone at
once' Why was it necessary to say he
might not see her again-and If he had
said it, why should he add anything morei
What was he waiting for now' To en-
deavor to prove to her that he really boro
no resemblance to Capt. Bower, the pho
tographer, the crazy Frenchman de Fer
rieres, Or would he be forced to tell her
that he was running away from oon-
spiracy TO defraud her father-merely for
something to say Was there ever such
folly' Rosey was mot long" as she had
said but he was beginning to pace the
narrow cabin impatently when the door
opened and she returned.
She had resumed her ordinary calico
gown, but such was the impression left
upon Renshaw's fancy that she seemed
other time he might have recognized the
change as due to a new corset, which
strict veracity compels me to record Rosey
had adopted for the first time that morn
ing. Howbeit, her slight coquetry seemed
TO have passed. for she closed the open
trunk with a return Of her old listless air,
and sitting on it rested her elbows on her
knees and her oval chin in her hands.
81 wish you would do me favor" she
said, after reflective pause.
"I.et me know what it is and it shall be
done" replied Renshaw, quickly.
"If you should come across Monsieur de
Ferrieres, or hear of him, ! wish You
would let me know. He was very poorly
when he left here and ! should like to
know il he was better. He didn't say
where he was going. At least, he didn't
tell father; but | fancy he and father
don't agree"
II shall he very glad of having even
that opportunity Of making you remem-
Der me, Miss Mott" returned Renshaw,
with faint smile; 81 don't suppose either
that it would be very difficult to get news
of your friend-everybody seems to know
him"
"But not as did," said Rosey, with an
distracted little sigh.
Mr. Renshaw opened his brown eyes
upon her Was he mistaken Was this
romantic girl only little coquette, play
Ing her provincial airs on him' "You say
he and your father didn't agree' That
means, I suppose, that you and lo agreed
and that was the result"
81 don't think father knew anything
about it," said Rosey, simply.
Mr.. Renshaw rose. And this was what
he had been waiting to hear! perhaps"
he said, grimly, "you would also like
news Of the photographer and Capt
Bower, or did your father agree with
them better"
"No." said Rosey quietly. She re-
NAMED silent for moment, and lifting
her lashes said, "Father always seemed
to agree with you, and that"-she hest
tated.
"That's why you don't"
81 didn't say that" said Rosey with an
homogeneous increase of GOODNESS and
color. ~ only meant to say it was that
which makes it seem so hard you should
60 now"
Notwithstanding his previous deter!nl-
nation Renshaw found himself sitting
down again. Confused and pleased wish
ing he had said more-or less-he said
nothing, and Rosey was forced to con
tinue
otis strange isn't it-but father was
urging me this morning to make visit
to some friends ut the old Ranch. didn't
want 10 90. 1 ike ~ nluCH bcItel mere.
"But you cannot bury yourself here
forever, Miss Mott" said Renshaw with n
sudden burst of honest enthusiasm.
"Sooner or later you will be forced to 60
where you will be properly appreciated,
where you will be admired and courted,
where yonr slightest wish will be law.
Believe me, without flattery, you done
know your own power"
at doesn't seem strong enough to keep
even the little like here" said Rosey
with slight glistening of the eyes.
"But," she added hastily, 'you don't
know how much the dear old ship Is to
me. It's the only home think ever
had"
'But the Ranch'" said Renshaw.
"The Ranch seemed to be only the old
wagon halted in the road. 1t was very
little improvement on out DOORS" said
Rosey, with little SILVER. "But this Is 80
coy and snug and yet so strange and
foreign. Do you know think began to
understand why like it so since you
taught me so much about ships and
voyages Before that 7 only learned from
bool,o Dnolc 5acniva Won 7 think more